She Framed Me As Unfit So I’ll See Her In Court Chapter 32
The train had barely stopped before I spotted my mother through the window.
She stood under a streetlamp, peering again and again toward the exit. The wind had blown her hair loose, but she didn’t seem to notice.
The moment she saw me, she started waving.
“Nia! Over here!”
I had barely stepped down before she came forward and took my backpack from me.
“Mom, I can carry it.”
“You’ve been on the train all this time. Stop trying to be tough.”
She slung the backpack over her shoulder and looped her arm tightly through mine.
“The mac and cheese just came out of the oven, with two kinds of cheese. Maya insisted on coming to get you, but I was afraid she’d get cold, so I made her stay home and watch the pan. She’s probably pressed up to the window waiting right now.”
My mother chattered the whole way, her voice carrying far in the night wind.
The streetlights stretched our shadows long across the ground, close together.
When we reached her apartment building, I paused.
In my last life, this was where she had endured her final winter alone. By the time anyone found her, the lights in the apartment had long since gone dark, and the room was cold as an empty grave.
But now, it was just an ordinary old apartment building.
The walls were a little weathered. A few residents’ bicycles were piled near the stairs.